The summer is slowly going

The summer is slowly going
with the dark grey sky
that switches between being cool and hot
and it rains almost every day.

Autumn leaves are falling golden
at the chestnut-tree
next to the garage
and bunch together
as if it’s trying to cover the grass
drawing a golden cloak over it

and I can almost not keep ahead
with mowing the lawn
and raking up leaves
and wonder if a person
can pack troubles
also like this in black bags,

but I miss you so much
and my life is just as empty
as the tree
that stands almost stripped
and nothing can take the longing away.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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